foibles?

We all people watch and I'm as guilty as the next person...

In the local supermarket (exciting life!) I walk by a couple who are discussing whether or not to buy a multi coloured tin of kids goo, "it doesn't really teach the kids healthy eating habits' says the lady. She puts the tin back and walks on, I come across them on the next aisle, this time it's his turn 'Do you want a flapjack love?', 'ooh Yes, we can eat it on the way home' she replies.
Do as I say not as I do.

Commuting on the train into London is a front row ticket for people watching. It starts with jockeying for position on the platform, which granted if you're joining a fullish train is the only way to increase the chances of finding a seat. BUT FOR THOSE OF US CATCHING THE 7.37 OUT OF FLITWICK, we are getting on at the second stop. The train is empty, we all, always get a seat. Give it up.

Ladies, is a packed commuter train really the place to unpack your make-up box and start the slap app? I mean with all the rattle and bumps some of you end up looking like 'The Joker' GET UP 5 MINUTES EARLIER!

AND to the power nappers, You have just had a nights sleep, an extra 20 minutes won't help and seeing you all, head back, mouth open catching flies with spittle dribbling down your chin certainly does not help my start to the day. GO TO BED 20 MINUTES EARLIER!

AND I swear this is true, sat on the train a couple of months ago and the old guy opposite pops out his false eye, sticks it in his mouth (at this point I was hoping for a sudden train lurch and an involuntary swallow), sticks it in his mouth and after a couple of minutes of gobstopper action spits it into his hanky, polishes it up and pops it back into his eye socket. SO for this guy, next time, get up later, get a different train, sleep all the way, even put your make up on, just DON'T DO THAT AGAIN!!!



I of course am perfect...

trip the kite fantastic

Back in september I told you (whoever you are? actually who are you?) I bought a power kite, 1.7m2 Flexifoil Sting and I've been loving it! I've flown it on Santa Monica Beach, I've flown it on Lisbon beach and in high winds it has flown me on Dunstable Downs. Good clean fun - well until you get dragged across the grass in which case it is not quite so clean.

Anywhoo, I've enjoyed it soo much I've sold it.

Tomorrow I should take delivery of my 2.5m2 Flexifoil Rage - bigger, faster, more lift and generally 3 notches up on the 'hang on for dear life' scale.

So should you see a 40 year old jumping about like a teenager strapped to a blue/black kite (yep, you don't just hold on to the handles, you strap your self to them), then it's probably me.

Say hello.

Grecian 2008

I've been fairly lucky, at the grand young age of 41 I have not accumulated grey hairs, well OK let me clarify...

I do have grey hairs just not on my head, I can no longer grow rough stubble as the grey whiskers transform the look from bad boy hunk (OK OK I know!) to compo like tramp. I do own the odd grey ear and nasal hair and more than enough on my chest (why does hair stop growing on top and start growing everywhere else?) all of which can to a greater or lesser pain threshold be plucked.

BUT at the grand old age of 41 & 3/4 I now have discovered some fairly white hairs on my head which I can no longer describe as very light blond. To make matters worse, whilst not balding I definitely do not have enough spares to start plucking, well not without back coming my nasal hair over my head anyway.

Oh well, I can always hope for the distinguished look, although aged compo like tramp may be nearer the mark.